I wish my dad loved me as much as he loves our dog.
I wish my mom cared that I cut myself.
I wish my parents knew,
how much I cry every night over their divorce.
I wish my parents told me they loved me.
I'm grateful to have both parents.
But I'd like them together.
What's the point of having both parents,
when neither of them care about you.
They fill the emotional void with material possessions.
I'd give it all away just for one hug.
Just to hear for ONCE " We love you Shannon."
Maybe I wouldn't cut as much.
Maybe I wouldn't cry so much.
Maybe I'd enjoy coming home everyday.
Maybe I'd frown a little less.
I don't want the impossible from you.
I don't want simple attention.
I want to be loved by the two people,
that matter the most to me.
Dad, the longest conversations we have,
are about how many things I do wrong.
And how mom leaving is my fault.
How I could've cleaned more,
Or if I cooked more,
If I smiled more.
If I didn't have so many problems.
We suffer in silence as she falls in love again.
This blog was made for me, It was also made to inspire and comfort many. To prove that in everyone, There is beauty.
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